1. We console excellence and nobility with Shibl,
His dove distracted him from hunting,

2. And a boy though greater than he appears,
Of eminent dignity and established stature,

3. The heights wept their eyes full of him,
And glory said, behold, I am his lad,

4. A crescent that excelled in magnanimity has disappeared from it,
And the smile of merit has parted from its mouth.